It is no dream of mine,
To ornament a line;
I cannot come nearer to God and Heaven
Than I live to Walden even.
I am its stony shore,
And the breeze that passes o'er;
In the hollow of my hand
Are its water and its sand,
And its deepest resort
Lies high in my thought.
Original title page of Walden featuring a picture
drawn by Thoreau's sister Sophia
To read more about Walden by Henry David Thoreau, click here.
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